The book was in her hands and
she had flipped the pages several times. A look of success caused
her eyes to light up and dance.
"Ah! Here it is," she cried
to the group of children that had gathered around
Granny Kate sat for a moment
and stared at the book.
"Maybe not this one," she
said quietly, "it might be too scary to read."
A cry arose from the group of
children. She sat for a moment then chuckled.
"Okay, but your Moms had best
not be ill if you have nightmares."
"The Ghoul on Hallows
Eve,"Granny Kateread the title slowly and deliberately, "One
Halloween night as the moon grew in the sky to full the children
in the town of Brookshire were preparing for their nights
adventures. One boy in particular drew great pleasure from the
fact that it was Halloween. His name was Tommy, Tommy London.
This would probably be his last time trick or treating. Next June
he would turn ten and his mother had told him he had this year
and that was that.
Tommy stood in front of the
mirror in his bedroom. He had with his allowance money purchased
the costume he had on. He had donned the garments and accessories
and was now a very scary vampire. The fangs he had bought glowed
in the dark. With the help of his mother his face had become that
really white color that vampire skin sports. He smiled a rather
devilish smile and congratulated himself on his choice of
Two blocks away something
else reveled in the fact that it was Halloween. He had seen so
many nights such as this. So many opportunities to feed upon the
innocent and guilty. It made him no difference. Meat was meat.
The creature caught a glimpse of himself in the window's glass.
The last person he had consumed was an elderly man, his name for
all intents and purposes was Mr. Peabody. He had lived in this
house. The Ghoul realized that the flesh of his victim was
starting to deteriorate and slough off. No matter he would soon
have a new body to assume.
He was a ghoul. A creature of
the night. Resident of the graveyard. A demon spawned of hell and
his own devices. He had a hundred years ago eaten the flesh of
another human being. She was a young girl, barely six. He still
remembered her name. It was Sara. He also remembered the taste.
So good, best he had ever had.
He had over the years at
intermittent times not assumed the shape and characteristics of
his victims. Once many years ago he had seen himself for the
creature he had become. He wanted no part of that again. He had
no face. Where a nose should have been there was nothingness,
likewise his eyes, mouth , and ears. The vision that he saw was
something from a nightmare which someone might tell a child to
"Ah well," he said to the
image in the glass, "there will be nice tender meat
As he uttered these words the
doorbell chimed. Casually he walked to the front entry table and
picked up the bowl of brightly colored Halloween
The cheerful sounds of,
"Trick or treat," was music to his ears.
Tommy was excited too, when
the doorbell rang at his house. His friend Bobby Green was
teaming up with him. This would be a night to
"I'll get it!" he screamed to
his Mom and Dad who were watching television in the living
"Hey Tom!" Bobby exclaimed,
"Trick or treat!"
"Nice get up," Tommy
Bobby had opted to dress as
Spiderman. Bobby had every Spiderman movie, comic book, action
figure, and toy that was on the market. Tommy loved visiting
Bobby's home and just getting lost in Spiderman Land as the two
boys had dubbed Bobby's room.
"You look pretty good
yourself for a duff," Bobby said to Tommy.
"You think?" Tommy
"Hey Mom Bobby's here and
we're leaving!" Tommy yelled at his Mom.
"Okay," she answered just
don't be home too late. Ten o'clock and no later."
"See you!" the two boys
chimed as they walked out the door, slamming it as they
Their night was uneventful
the two boys traveled to each house in the neighborhood. They
laughed and collected candy as they went.
A cold wind began to howl
from the north and the moon hung suspended above the earth
lighting their way as they traveled to each home.
Their last stop of the night
was Mr. Peabody's house. He always had the best candy and lots of
it. The two boys walked up the lighted sidewalk and rang Mr.
Peabody's doorbell. They waited and still no one came to the
door. Bobby noticed that the front door was cracked open just a
little bit and started to enter the house.
"Come on man," Tommy said
pulling Bobby back, "we can't go in there."
Bobby ignoring his friend's
plea pushed the front door open and started into the front entry.
Bobby's mouth dropped in horror as he spied the Ghoul that looked
sort of like Mr. Peabody, but not really eating the leg of a
young girl. Blood dripped from the demons lips that weren't
really lips and from the long bony fingers of his skeleton type
hands. The remainder of the girl's body lay on the living room
rug. A look of sheer terror was frozen on her lips as if what she
had seen had killed her instantly.
"Oh my God!" cried Bobby
grabbing Tommy's hand, "We have to leave now."
They ran as fast as they
could. Their parents would never believe what they had seen so
they had decided to keep it their secret. Tommy left Bobby at his
house and then cautiously made his own way home. His heart felt
as if it would pop and his head felt like an explosion ready to
"Mom! I'm home!" Tommy
exclaimed as he walked in the door.
"Tommy?" his Dad questioned,
"Can you come here for a minute?"
Tommy walked slowly into the
living room where his parents were. He was desperately trying to
slow his heartbeat.
"Did you want to see me?"
Tommy asked trying to catch his breath.
"Is Bobby with you?" his
father asked rather desperately.
"No. Why?" Tommy asked as a
lump began to form in his throat.
"Bobby's parents just
called," his mother said, "and they thought he had gone out again
with you. Your Dad and I are just glad you're home safe. It seems
another little girl has gone missing. Seems every Halloween
something like this happens. I just hope Bobby's
"Me, too," Tommy replied,
As Tommy was heading upstairs
to his room the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" Tommy yelled,
"Probably just some trick or treaters."
He opened the front door and
their stood Bobby, but it wasn't really Bobby. What stood there
had no eyes in its sockets.
"Trick or treat!" the not
Bobby thing croaked.
"Trick or treat!" it howled
as it grabbed Tommy and dragged him off into the
There was a silence in the
room. All of the children sat with their eyes twice the size they
should have been and their mouths were rounded in "O" shapes. In
the corner sat Tommy with a strange red glow in his
"Well told," Tommy said
clapping his long bony fingers, "well told."